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War, children
...Clay Morrow's old lady followed her in, armed.
Hey, and me.
And Zobelle has been working for the FBI all along.
Feds raided the house. I had to leave.
We're okay. You should go rinse that off though.
I'm driving.
Weston and Zobelle are both walking.
What do you want?
Go.
...his feeling will be for those tender ones of the great human flock...
What you talking about? Zobelle's unprotected.
My guys will escort you wherever you need to go.
And now what happens?
Guess little Cliffy couldn't go.
This is the goddamn Wild West. You put me in charge. I'm calling.
Son for a son.
Pfft. Three years.
It's just a shot away It's just a shot away
We're prepared.
- Witness Protection? - No.
Why he ain't now?
What?
Jesus Christ.
- Chief, I need to talk to you. - Talk to my deputy. He's in charge.
Ethan Zobelle is an FBI informant.
Eddie...
He sees anyone, hears anything, he'll know it's a trap.
Put the gun down.
This is from me.
No.
It's lightened the work detail.
Amen
I'll be back in an hour.
Goddamn.